his angel

Imagine this: you're sitting at a mediocre party, minding your own business, kicking back a few drinks- it's a nice distraction from all the studying you have to do once you get home. And then a guy ( let's say his name is Steven and you gave him a 'oh, hey' look) and he strides over to talk to you. You think he's nice, bordering on attractive even. I mean you can't go wrong with tousled hair, green eyes, and a great smile. You even share a nice conversation before the fückboy side starts showing. "Wanna head somewhere more private?" I blink, momentarily shocked but not really. "No, I'm good here." I take a long sip from my drink, hoping Steve'll maybe like evaporate into the air and this secondhand embarrassment would go away as well. A slow grin spreads across his face. "Are you sure? Let's go have some real fun." Steve murmurs, leaning closer to me, his hand grazing my leg. I slap it off, disgusted. Neon lights bounce off his hair, dancing shadows playing across his features. He looks like a Disney villain. "I'll pass," I reply as civilly as I can. But his thick head doesn't get the message. "Let get out of here," he replies, thinking maybe making his voice lower would make my ovaries melt. That was a no from me so far. "Look, Steve- as nice as it is to have your d**k pressed against my leg and to hear your desperate pleas to have s*x with me, I'm not feeling either so f**k off," I respond, distancing myself from him. I could barely breathe with him nearly on top of me. "Do you not know what NO means?" He smiles again. You know that kind of smile that makes you look like Joker? Steve has that smile on his face. "C'mon, I'll show you a good time," his warm breath fanning my cheek. I can smell the tequila he'd obviously guzzled before coming over. "If you don't go away, your balls will meet my knee. And believe, it will not be a good time for you." Maybe for me, though. "Are you sure, sweetness? Cause I can go all night." Suddenly my drink didn't taste so good anymore. And I really didn't want to do this but I might as well enjoy it. I brought my knee up, kicking him in the crown jewels; and as he bent over in pain, I whispered in his ear, "Just a tip: next time you try to flirt, don't smile like the f*****g Joker. Believe it or not, but my ovaries don't seem to explode when you do that. f*****g idiot." I left without a second glance, but was regretting not taking my drink with me. • Thoughts on Tessa?